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00:00:26 節目開始 一名張姓女子的故事
一支 軟汫 懦弱
一支 哭哼 哭泣
轉錄自Eric Chen（陳昱澄）聽音辨位 / 男主持人信箱：firstname.lastname@example.org
前陣子阿嬤因為病程 進展 離開了，
A married woman, Zhang, was suspected to suffer from bullying for a long time by her mother-in-law and committed suicide after posting an accusation online titled “My Mother-in-law Killed Me” on August 9th. Zhang’s husband’s family seemed to hide the fact of her death from Zhang’s family, and Zhang’s family found out until they saw something wrong on her Facebook timeline. Her husband’s family did not allow Zhang’s family to see the body or take back her stuff and did not put her parents’ name on the funeral announcement, either. They even tried many ways to delete the comments below Zhang’s post. This post sparked hot discussion among netizens. Zhang’s post shows that she has been living cautiously ever since she got married and has to tolerate other’s attitude. She wrote, “I’m tired of living. It’s not because I want to die but I have no way to survive! I was bullied verbally very often, and if I say anything wrong, I would be ignored or be intimidated by my mother-in-law. I can’t live in a normal life. Thank you for your advice. If I am gone, everything will be fine.”
In the post, Zhang apologized to her husband and son: “I still love you guys, but I’m afraid I have no strength to keep going. I don’t expect you to forgive a coward like me. To my extraordinary mother-in-law, you are the karma cause the result. Thank you all my dear friends who helped me run away from the hell for a time, but now I walk into a new hell and can’t get out of here. I can’t change it. Good morning. Good afternoon. Good night. Farewell. Now I’m off.”
Why There Are Twenty Cigarettes in a Pack?
To love you, it takes one.
Waiting for someone takes another one.
And one to kill time.
And one for expectation;
Another one for longing;
Another one for imagining;
Another one for sadness.
Then the rest for
These twenty cigarettes represent
Hope and hurt.
More cigarettes one smokes,
More skilled in smoking will one be
And more careless in love.
Men need tobacco as well as
Strong women do.
Cigarettes burn out
The yearning for youth.
The older a man ages,
The more ups and downs he has.
Men smoke because of what they have been through.
Women smoke because of the worry they bear in heart.
We smoke not for fun,
But to let go of sadness.
Men throw away cigarette butts
Along with the disappointment.
After a pack of cigarettes is finished,
Life will still be on the run.
A man shares a cigarette with his bro
Not because of evil intention
But because of helping him feel better.
A cigarette is a story.
Two cigarettes can have someone accompany.
One may draw a tiger’s shape but not its bone;
One may see a man’s face but not know his thought,
So do not judge one who smokes.
Passage extracted from Eric Chen.
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When I first saw her, she could not understand Chinese at all. She left her hometown to Tainan when she just turned 20. She never had any experience in aged care and only took a few courses in advance then started her job in Taiwan.
In a sunny afternoon, I went out as usual to visit the patient.
“Ani, it’s Su. Please open the door.”
I heard light and hurried footsteps coming to the door.
She opened the door and showed up her child-like face with a shy smile and said, “Hi, Su…”
I followed her walking into the room and saw an old lady lying on the bed.
“Hello, madam. Here I am. How’s everything these days?” I asked.
She signed and shook her head.
“Ani, does madam feel anything wrong in recent days? How’s her sleep?” I asked Ani.
She looked panic with her hands intertwined together, then she shook her head and uttered, “eh, eh…”
The madam signed again and said, “she doesn’t know Chinese at all.”
“How can you communicate with her?” I asked the madam.
Ani seemed understood what we were talking about. She scratched her head and smiled embarrassedly.
I remember the way she looked timid and her eyes wide opened. Every time I visited the madam’s house, I had to use body language to teach her how to take care of elderly people. At the very beginning, Ani and the madam could not have conversation because of language barrier. As time passed, Ani picked up new words and the madam was getting used to her company. They created a new way to get along with one another.
Madam passed away a while ago due to the development of her condition. A notification popped out on my phone. It was a post by Ani, a short clip made by her in memory of the madam. There were Ani, the madam, and Ani’s former employer in the video. Every moment in their daily life was captured. I saw the madam’s vivid facial expressions and I could not help having tears in my eyes. I feel Ani sees the madam as a partner living together.
Some said migrant care workers are cunning and would steal things. But it is over generalized because only few of them are like that. At least 80 percent of migrant care workers I met are responsible and good at providing care. Most of the time they are the first one notice the problems of the elderly people. People should not judge a person by a facade. You have to spend some time with a person to know his or her persona.
May the madam rest in peace. Hope Ani can be hired by a good employer in the next job.
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